We'll move to Brighton. But I spent some of the most
horrible hours of my life wondering if that beast had got into the same
compartment with you. None of the fools at the station could tell me."
"I was afraid you'd be anxious, sir," said Tinker, patting his arm.
"But I think that Blazer and I could have dealt with him."
Then he gave Blazer--who, distended by the fat of the land, was snoring
heavily through happy dreams of the human calf, at the bottom of the
cab--a gentle kick, and said with sad severity, "I shall never make a
real bloodhound of Blazer. Bloodhounds leap at a man's throat; they
don't collar him by the leg."
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE STOLEN FLYING-MACHINE
"You vas a vonder-child!" said Herr Schlugst. "You know dat machine as
good as me!" And his goggle eyes stared out of his round, good-natured
face at Hildebrand Anne in a wondering admiration.
"Yes; I think I have got the hang of her," said Hildebrand Anne with
some pride, looking up at the great cigar-shaped balloon which hung
motionless in the still air.
"Vat for do dey call thee Tinkar? You vas not look like a tinkar; and
you vas not haf--do not haf de tinkar brain."
"Well, I've been called Tinker ever since I can remember; and one
name's as good as another," said Hildebrand Anne indifferently.
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